I'm a female in my late twenties. (very late. I'm in my last year. You can do the math. Okay, I'm 29) I've been dating a muscular nerd for about 7 months now. (Grandma says he has a nice physique! me-ow!) Because of my romantic entanglement and the fact that I find it endearing to see him freak out about old toys and comic book plots, I have since visited Krypton Comics more times than I can count. Sometimes multiple times in one of Muscular Nerd's weekend visits. (We'll call him MN from here on out unless he requests to be called by name.) So much so that the staff recognizes us. (It helps I brought them brownies last week. Best Way to Make Friends=food.)
As of today, I went alone of my own volition because I decided I DO want a comic book I put back yesterday. That was my 4th trip in 3 days. So I figured, my transition into Nerd's Girlfriend is complete and I should write a blog about it (I'll be NG for short). Now, I could probably be considered a 'dweeb' or 'dork' by the below chart.
Let's investigate, shall we?
Ways I have intelligence:
- College education. Check. (BA in Film Studies and Minor in Spanish)
- Um, I can manage my money. (Tight-fisted, penny-pincher, thrift shopper; it's genetic. sometimes embarrassing)
- I was the kid that barely had to apply myself at school. Blessing and a curse.
- I'm sure there are plenty of other ways, I'm intelligent, but since I generally have friends smarter than I, with better memories, I tend to discount my intelligence, more often than not. Ooooo, big words!
- I sometimes can't form sentences or speak coherently. (This sometimes has to do with being mostly-bilingual, or sometimes just how I woke up, or blood sugar getting low because I forgot to eat or pushed it off too long)
- I sweat when I talk to people, even in passing conversation, no matter if I'm wearing deodorant or not.
- I have a lot of hang-ups on:
- food and how I hate to eat, partially because cooking is difficult and there is no manual;
- recycling and the evil people who don't do it, even when we ALL have recycling bins IN our cubes, although I take all mine home because I don't trust the cleaning crew (or does that go under obsessive?);
- following the speed limit and giving a thumbs-down to other drivers (instead of the bird);
- corporate evil and the (limited) wages I earn from it while cursing it and ignoring everyone there and assuming they are all conceited, rich jerks...except for the ones that aren't;
- the strange ways my mind works and how I get hung up on doing things a certain way... like not being able to take a 15 minute walk at work OUTSIDE for fear of an uneven tan/or skin cancer so I have to walk in a covered parking garage, but only when it's not too chilly in there and if it is, I'll walk the stairs instead;
- dressing like a schlump at work because I have a wardrobe of thrift clothes and hand-me-downs and my pants come from the latter and I hate high heels so my shoe options seem limited and I don't replace my shoes often enough but suffer with the ones I don't even really like that much because shoes are expensive and these ones aren't ruined yet;
- denying myself purchases if I can't have things the way I want them, which usually means being really cheap on Amazon so I can purchase them with all the gift cards I earn by racking up points on Bing and Swagbucks (my referral codes are the links) which I obsessively do every workday, including my Travel Channel Travel Sweepstakes;
- avoiding eye contact with most other human beings and claiming it's from living in South America for 5 months, but mostly just because I don't want to do the awkward, look-lookaway-lookback and say hi-look away somemore-dance;
- how I sometimes HATE getting gifts because I'd rather just buy things for myself than risk getting something that isn't quite me and then having to deal with it;
- sometimes I give too much info in a conversation. I thank my mom for that 'skill'.
- Okay, geez... I guess I have a lot of things that make me strange. Some of it maybe belongs under obsessive, but it's too late at night to really think this through. Moving on...
- See above note about Bing and Swagbucks and Travel Channel Travel Sweepstakes
- I bought a region-free DVD Player so I could purchase a British show I liked....and I don't watch it... AND season 5 is only on blu-ray so that's a bust... until I buy the next show.
- I live and die by my agenda. I have to write down what movies I watch on what day (I keep a movie blog too), my in and out punches at work, whether or not I did my online routine, what activities I did every day (partially b/c my memory sucks, but one once could say to keep an alibi for the cops)
- I have my movie collection divided into 'kid-friendly for the nephews', regular, Bollywood, autographed movies, movies I've worked on, VHS, etc AND they are alphabetized. I also have a spreadsheet that has movie title, rating, format (VHS or DVD), length, language, etc. Almost forgot about that obsessive gem.
- If something is bothering me or someone mistreated me, I obsess about it unhealthily, but have been trying to curb that actually with some success.
- I have 10 blogs. Seriously. I don't upkeep them all, but I figure the separation of topics/interests/themes is a good thing.
- I log into Facebook and my email on my phone constantly. After being on Facebook all night, it's common for me to lay down for bed and look at Facebook mobile. First thing in the morning too. This is all quite useless as FB mobile rarely updates.
- I spend hours writing blog posts that no one reads? Prove me wrong.
- I obsessively recorded every episode of Malcolm in the Middle while it was on... although I think when I went to college, I fell off the wagon... unless it stopped running then. I can't be sure.
- I am the dolt that has taken on the task of scanning in old family photos for preservation. When I do this, it is often for hours at a time, and while 'watching' tv shows/movies I've already seen.
- I have a reward system for when I'm "productive". I pay myself basically.
- I write in my journal almost every night and have been keeping journals since I was 9. I have probably 20-25 journals to my name. It's like a time capsule and an external hard drive for my poor memory. ;)
If you are wondering what I'm going to do with this blog, you aren't alone. [clears throat] I will be attempting to review the comic books I decide to read, partially to share with others who may be curious, and partially for my own poor memory. Such as I do with my movie blog. Probably no one will read any of it and I'm wasting my time... Oh well. I'll live on forever in the internet. No cryogenic freezing needed.
Good night, dear readers. Until I post again.
EDIT: The above lists are by no means correctly categorized. Aka they are not exhaustive, but I'm exhausted. So I wash my hands of it!
